Thistlewhisk

Thistlewhisk, tiniest guardian of Glimmershire, was born beneath a sun-dappled thistle patch during the first whisper of spring. With ears tuned to starlight and paws that barely made a sound, she wandered the woodland paths ensuring that no lost wish stayed lost for long. Wearing her forest-green cloak stitched from eldermoth silk, she brewed dewberry tea for wandering fireflies and once bartered a giggle with a grumpy hedgehog to save the Moonflower bloom. Though small, her heart holds centuries of woodland secrets—and if you find a clover with five leaves, it’s probably because she tucked it there, just for you.